I had an aunt and uncle who lived about 100 miles from us when I was a kid. They had a piano, and on the couple of occasions a year that we visited them (we had no car, but dad was able to borrow a company one occasionally) I would "play" the piano, in the way that kids do. That is to say I would just bash random notes loudly and irritatingly.
My aunt wanted rid of the piano, and offered it to my dad, for me. But moving it would obviously be a hassle, so my dad said I could only have it if I agreed to have proper lessons.
Like an idiot, I said no.......
I now play guitar and ukulele, and have dabbled on keyboard, but can't really play one. Maybe my musical life would have been very different if I had chosen more wisely on that day in nineteen sixtysomething.....